My
cellphone was vibrating in my pocket, I looked at the speedometer “65 kmph!” it
screeched back at me, ‘well, talk to you
later Mr. caller’ I said to myself and looked up, what do I see, a girl dawdling
in the middle of the road on her pretty pink scooter, my eyes widened as I pushed
the brakes and over the screams of tires and her intensified shrieks, I
collapsed into her with a thud, I opened my eyes and to my surprise, a hand
which I had expected to pick me up came thundering down at my cheek “you
bastard! Look at what you did!” was all the appreciation I was awarded with for
trying to save a life. Blood trickled down from my pierced lip as I stood up
again, finally composing me into a delirious piece of obscenity, eyeing at the
reason behind my blood, I gave him a stern look then before he could realize
the rationality behind my crooked smile, I smashed my clenched hand against his
jaw, a crack, an agonizing groan and the sweet symphony of silence took over
the moment. An innocent girl was lying on the ground, drenched in the curtains
of anguish and all they could come up with was hurting me even more, for a part
that might change something but something far too small can’t be prioritized
over everything. For a second, everything seemed to go in fast motion, the indissolvable
looks of anger seemed to turn to fright, I pulled out the phone of my pocket,
and scrolled down for the numbers of my acquaintances, for the time being, I
was indeed in need of help but something made me call the ambulance instead,
“yeah, I’m here at Square Parks, there’s been an accident and I seriously need
your help. Thank you.” My sentence seemed somewhat like that of a gangster
calling for mischief. “You mister, are going to regret this. This crime that you've done” A young leader of moral excellence commanded me with his index
finger pointed at me, something about that finger flipped the “calm down” switch
at the back of my head, and with one swift moment I grabbed his finger with one
hand and crushed his nose with my other elbow, it wasn't bloody, it wasn't much
hurtful either but it sent a clear message and soon the crowd seemed to withdraw
in moments as they hummed the lowly chant of delirium for me. Soon the
ambulance arrived and I helped them carry her in, before the ambulance could
leave, the atmosphere was filled with wailing sirens of the police and I hurriedly,
or rather frightfully took off before the sound could turn into a view of
penalization.
“Sharma
Saab, did you note the bastard’s number?” the inspector asked fiercely, Sharma
Saab shook in guilty, “hey, did you notice who he was?” inspector blankly shot
at the man driving the ambulance; “No” he said plainly and turned the engine
on, “then who called you?” he asked again “some injured guy in a blue shirt, he
was bleeding and was right here a moment ago” he replied and drove off. “Yes,
yes Inspector Saab that was the guy I was telling you about” Mr. Sharma jumped
in with excitement and other people also joined in giving other small details
“he had long hair” someone said, “he was about six feet in height” added
another. “I assure you all people, we’re gonna catch that bastard! He won’t get
away from us I promise” Inspector announced in an uncalled sense of duty,
somewhat enjoying the limelight. “You police officers are all big mouths for
talk and no hands to catch the bad ones” someone said from the crowd, Inspector
frowned for a moment then in a mocking manner spoke with laughter as he climbed
in his rusty Jeep which squealed under his weight “We’ll catch this one I promise,
but you guys try to call the ambulance next time instead of cops when you see
an accident and note down the details of both the victims thus helping them, rather
than getting your ass all beat up by an injured person”. As the crowd
dissipated, the people only carried one thing on their tongues, something
stringed to stopping all the outrageously ridiculous youngsters from doing
these catastrophic abhorrent crimes while in the hospital the girl and her
mother cursed the person who rammed her daughter. But inside the petty human
minds the crowd was ready to dial an ambulance in any further case of such an
incident and the girl thanked the stranger who saved her.
Sometimes,
the world doesn't need a hero, sometimes all it needs is a perfect villain.
-
Atul Shrotriya.
